Here I am now in a compshop, listening and lip syncing Turning Tables looking stupid. With teary eyes I lip synch with conviction feeling the essence of the song in my heart.

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Slowly... as my heart changes its color, I'm becoming more defenseless by the minute. I'm afraid that what I feel and what I think are not on target. Every moment alone I think of the 'whats' and the 'whys'. Questions that I know I don't know the answer to. All I can do is simply think about them until I am told of the answers. It's driving me crazy...

Last night, I laid awake on my bed thinking of recent events. Thinking of the words that were said mostly. Everytime I read those 1st words, it makes me think that there is something beneath those words. Something... not just empty words. I turned and tossed, still thinking of those words.

tayo... dati...

Well... There's just one thing left to do...

I trust you!

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